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Diamonds from Sierra Leone

Diamonds are foreverThey won't leave in the nightI've no fear that they mightDesert me

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibeDiamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)The Roc is still alive every time I rhymeForever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magicVegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glassesAnd I've realized that I've arrivedCause it take more than a magazine to kill my VibeDoes he write his own rhymes, well sort of, I think 'emThat mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought ofDamn, is he really that caught up?I ask if you talked about classics, do my name get brought up?I remember I couldn't afford a Ford EscortOr even a four-track recorderSo it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top PorscheIt's for yourself, that's importantIf your stripper name "Porscha" and you get tips from many menThen your fat friend, her nickname is "Minivan"Excuse me, that's just the Henny, manI smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't because

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibeDiamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)The Roc is still alive every time I rhymeForever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?

I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure meOnly playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelryAlicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him30 minutes later sein' there's no convincin' himWhat more could you ask for? The international assholeWho complain about what he is owed?And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years oldYou gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soulAnd wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fameWhen he came in the game, he made his own laneNow all I need is y'all to pronounce my nameIt's Kanye, but some of my plaques, they still say KayneGot family in the D, Kin-folk from MotownBack in the Chi, them Folks ain't from Moe TownLife movin' too fast I need to slow downGirl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go downMy father been said I need JesusSo he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesarThe preacher said we need leadersRight then my body got still like a paraplegicYou know who you call, you got a message, then leave itThe Roc stand tall and you would never believe itTake your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimicYeah, the beat cold but the flow is anemicAfter debris settles and the dust get swept offBig K pick up where young Hov left offRight when magazines wrote Kanye West offI dropped my new shit, it sound like the best ofA&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up"Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed upBottle after bottle till we got messed upIn the studio, with Really Doe, yeah, he next upPeople askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain backThat'll be the same day I give the game backYou know the next question dog: "Yo, where Dame at?"This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back"What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?"They pray for the death of our dynasty like "Amen"R-r-r-r-right here stands a manWith the power to make a diamond with his bare hands

Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibeDiamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)The Roc is still alive every time I rhymeForever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?